As the tall, slight man exits the tavern, he flips his hood up with a quick practiced gesture, but not before you catch a glimpse of the points of his ears rising up alongside his head, a sharp contrast against the raven blackness of his hair.

His robe swirls around his feet, in this light the crimson takes on the faded color of dried blood. The sun gleams off of the silver sigils and arcane symbols stitched into the fabric of the robe.

By contrast the sunlight seems to almost be swallowed up by the caged obsidian shard adorning the top of his staff.

His eyes facing to his feet he walks off down the street. The staff with its crown of black frozen flame clacking down on the cobblestones with each step.

"Well my redemption is in their hands now", he says to himself. "Maybe this time it will be different, maybe Ill be accepted for what I am and find the friendships I am looking for.", "but first I have a few errands to run", scanning the street ahead for the signpost indicating magic, he hurries along as the sun reaches its heighth.

Biff exits the magical shop with a small package in his hands. He had finished his errand and he needed to find Aristoblis. He headed toward the Troll Head Tavern. If there was one place he knew where to find Aristoblis, it would be in the tavern.

As Biff walks down the street, his eye is caught by a rather ravishing human female bard singing across the street. He quietly said “Mayhap I should delay my guild work for a second and enjoy the sights and sounds of Stormreach.” It was then that he ran smack dab into a stranger.

“OH excuse me! It’s not often that I don’t watch where I’m walking.” Biff took a quick glance at the stranger and noticed the arcane robe. “Ah, you are a fellow practitioner of magic.” Biffs’ magically trained eye caught something just as fascinating as the young, voluptuous bard across the street. “Why you certainly do have a rather interesting staff. Tell me, how did you come across such an object?”

When the pedestrian runs into him, Sator's first instinctive reaction is to release a burst of flame, teaching the clumsy oaf a lesson.However he has grown used to supressing age old habits and has no problem forcing a smile, 'greetings sir, think nothing of it, I myself would be hard pressed not to be distracted with such engaging temptations nearby.'His eyes glance over to the bard before setting on the staff gripped in his right hand. 'You look like you know matters of magic, this staff as you may know is keyed for my use only, I gained it through great peril and devotion', his eyes flash briefly as if reliving the struggle."Ah but that isn't a tale for a stranger's ears, My name is Sator, and who do I have the honor of addressing?"

Biff took stock of the man in front of him. He noticed how he held the staff and the way his body was positioned.The crown of black frozen flame on the man’s staff kept his attention. He took stock of the staff’s dimensions and approximate weight. He was looking at the staff much the same way he looked at the bard across the street just moments before.

“My name is Biff, wizard extraordinaire from Aundair; distinguished graduate of the University of Wynarn; and apt pupil of the Arcanix,” Biff paused as he liked to do, for dramatic effect.

This man was most likely right about the staff being tuned for his use only, but Biff remembered one of the first lessons while at the Arcanix: What was once done can be undone. That principle could be applied to everything: life, love, and of course, magic.

“How rude of me to inquire about such an obviously personal item. The way that you obtained such an item must have been filled with adventure and high stakes! I am new to adventures and such things. I would be greatly humbled if you could share your story over some ale. Why don’t we head over to the Troll’s Head Tavern? The first round is on my coin.”

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